Gosh, the memories are flooding back... sorry to be posting so much but SB has really turned on a tap for me today... even if no-one reads this i am already feeling so much better...
Anyway, back at the wedding. Rome beautiful, food great, wine plentiful, so plentiful that the top table has now got to the stage where we are all playing with my friends' three year old daughter. MIL not joining in.
Three-year-old is sitting on my knee, turns to MIL and loudly asks 'What is wrong with your hair?'
MIL, leans forward, smiling, enjoying the attention: 'I don't know, little girl, what do you think is wrong with my hair?'
LG, sweetly concentrating on the question: 'Well, it's too big and it's too white.'
(MIL dyes her hair platinum blonde and has a fondness for heated rollers)
Now, that's quite funny, so everyone laughed at how cute my friends' daughter was (not to mention how acute her fashion sense). The thing is, my MIL responded by getting really huffy and said 'Well i don't know what you know about hair, look at yours, it's all messy', turned away and then FELL OUT with her for the rest of the evening. She was giving a THREE YEAR OLD dirty looks! Oh, and the thing is that she's a primary school headmistress.
Wow, this is therapeutic! thanks SB.